ROD STEWART

You Go To My Head Lyrics

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrainAnd I find you spinning 'round in my brainLike the bubbles in a glass of champagneYou go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brewAnd I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or two

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my pleaCast a spell over meStill I say to myself get a hold of yourselfCan't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature riseLike a summer with a thousand JulysYou intoxicate my soul with your eyesThough I'm certain that this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romanceYou go to my head

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my pleaCast a spell over meStill I say to myself get a hold of yourselfCan't you see that it never can be

You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature riseLike a summer with a thousand JulysYou intoxicate my soul with your eyesThough I'm certain that this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romanceYou go to my headYou go to my headYou go to my head